From the recording Passing Through (2011)

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Lyrics



No wife, no kids...
There but for the grace of god a few close shaves
I spend my Mondays just like they’re Sundays
All you need are six until you’re in your grave

I’m alright, I’m ok don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m seriously delirious

I was conceived in the summer of love
A little bundle of joy sent down from above
And while a half a million hippies left Yasgur with some trash
I was rockin the cradle to the sweet Johnny Cash

My old man engineered that train
Like a streak bolt of lightning right through the rain
He’d say keep your head steady son and don’t look back
And that’s how you keep your train on the track

I’m alright I’m okay don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m seriously delirious

Give me a line
Give me a hook
Walk me to the bridge
Watch me cook

The other day I saw the forest clean through the trees
I saw a million wandering minstrels a bunch of Dylan wannabees
They were walking round in circles they were waiting for some call
Someone’s gotta tell them a hard rain’s a gonna fall
Cause the kids are swapping files man just like they’re swapping spit
The record biz is dead Zed the kids don’t give a shit
But a song is still a song when it kicks you where it counts
So I’ll lie here in this gutter and sing my sermon from the mount

I’m alright I’m okay don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m seriously delirious

Give me a line
Give me a hook
Walk me to the bridge
Watch me cook

I’m alright I’m okay don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m seriously delirious
I’m alright I’m okay don’t really care what everybody tries to say
I’m gonna make it in my own special way…I’m serious